I was a 24-year-old assistant city editor at a little daily paper in Portsmouth, N.H., on Sept. 11, 2001. That morning, I sat at my desk, staring at the newsroom TV.
"Either we will have an awakening, or we will have a wake."-- Swami Beyondananda Every year on this date, the "impropaganda" machine reminds American...
I am thoroughly convinced that my generation is rightly positioned to make a significant difference for the better within our world. We are a generation proven, tested, and committed to needed change.
If we only think of 9/11's victims as the ones in the planes and on the streets of America, we miss the chance to think of what caused 9/11, and the ways 9/11 has led to terror for the world at large.
...Not here where I live /where just 20 minutes/before the first air-/craft hit, my-first/born waited/beneath at Station Stop World/Trade Center
It was the coming together of circumstances. It was three kinds of home. My home, NYC, my husband's home, Massachusetts, and Sanctuary, a home for families, people I've met and listened to their testimonies.
God, why would you let this happen? It does not make any sense. He could have run home to his family, but ran into the building instead. He laid his life down for the world, and I just watched. Why?
In the 12 years since September 11, 2001, I've remembered viscerally the horror of the second plane, the hug from my mom, and the harmony on the Capitol Steps. In this September 11 anniversary, I remain ever hopeful for that harmony.
Today is September 11. That date is seared in the memory of all Americans. I would guess that the only dates on the calendar that hold greater familia...
This year, the proximity of the anniversaries on two different calendars leads me to think about one through the lens of the other. The theme that runs through both is that we must learn both through what is broken and what is whole.
After checking in to a nondescript Motel 6 and getting situated, I found my way online and finally saw the email. Our friends Ron Gamboa, Dan Brandhorst, and their young son David had been returning home, having just vacationed on the Cape, and had been on United Airlines Flight 175.
Fred Gabler was 30 years old on September 11th, 2001. Freddie was a practical joker who loved getting a rise out of people. He loved watching sports, especially football. Freddie loved a lot of things, but nothing more than that he and his wife were expecting their first child.
Twelve years after that terrible September day, it is worth recalling the premise of the choice presented to us -- safety versus civil rights -- because it was false.
Former US Army corporal, Roberto Cruz was deployed for Operation Iraqi Freedom. On August 14, 2005 while on guard duty in a watchtower in Tikrit, he was shot by a sniper.
We will not forget the things we are officially called on to remember today -- how the hijacked jets demolished the landmark towers that had seemed permanent, the helpless people plunging to their deaths before our eyes, the young children whose parents disappeared forever. You remember. We all remember, anniversary or not. It's what happened after that day that we need to recall with import, how we used 9/11 as a jumping off point to one of the most wasteful, pointless and destructive dozen years in American history, embarking on foreign military misadventures abroad while shredding civil liberties at home -- all in the name of strengthening the very national security we undermined.
The National Park Foundation has been proud to lead the private fundraising efforts to establish and build the Memorial, ensuring its place in American history will be forever protected and passed on to future generations.
Five million volunteers. Five million husbands, wives, sons, and daughters. Five million soldiers, sailors, airmen, and Marines who have fought for a dozen years. Next year, the last of these men and women will come home from Afghanistan. What comes next for this generation of veterans? What will their legacy be?
Tucking the box in the closet, as if the memories would remain trapped inside, I spoke about the events to no one. At that time, I had no idea I was on a path to self-destruction or how much my life will have changed over the coming year.
On that day a dozen years ago, I held hope that the tragedy would unite Americans to stand against tyranny and for democracy and freedom. Today I see a nation that is not upholding the principles of freedom but is instead still using 9/11 as an excuse.
Although government cannot own the process, there are any number of ways in which it can reinforce it and build upon it to solidify the gains of religious peacemakers.